A Bad Batch – Hell’s Kitchen : PD

 

 

Hell’s Kitchen – The Lab.
Kiri:
https://razorbackwriteraus.files.wordpress.com/2015/06/22eb0-vanhelsingfoto.jpg

The male did indeed grab and pick up the doctor without a moment of hesitation, lifting him as a cat might its kitten, or a bitch would its pup, however, instead of lifting the man by the scruff of his neck the hunter tossed him over his shoulder. The fear of the hunchback was so palpable to the lycan it was stifling, he could smell it with ease and it set his predatory instincts ablaze, however, he suppressed those urges before following the creature; with the hunchback leading the way the hunter followed him quickly and efficiently, seemingly unaffected by the weight that was lying upon his shoulders. As soon as the smaller man had prepared the table he set the Doctor onto the table, he already had on a pair of leather gloves and his mask was still pulled up tight, so there was no need for the mask and gloves to be given to him; and as the creature started the transfusion and asked his question, the male looked at him with clear eyes as he answered with honesty.

“My name is Dragomir Constantin, a Hunter, nothing more and nothing less.”

Fu:
Re: [RP]Hell’s Kitchen – The Lab.
May 09, 2015 10:24PM
https://i1.wp.com/i58.tinypic.com/24n0kr4.jpg

Hiei : ” Seems like the front door is wide open , seems like I won’t need to bother with knocking on the door. ”

– Hiei would say to himself with a cigarette in his hand , taking a few steps forward into the building with his right hand in his pocket and a odd curiosity about him . The door was open, but this was odd ; nobody would just leave their door open in hell of all places . It was too dangerous for that ; given the community being anything but merciful. The Embassy Housekeep would run into the building’s main entrance to find himself in the entry room and there he would look on to find any form of life , but it would seem as if someone was here not long ago and within that moment Hiei faded into the shadows in the room to go search for signs of life ; seeing that none were here , he made himself move to another room and would continue doing so until he found life . There was flickering lights and Hiei would take small steps forward to announce his presence if the smoke didn’t already do that for the others in the room and would speak after a few tiny moments of silence that came after his entering of the area. –

Hiei : ” Anyone hear know where The Doctor is ? ”

Razorbackwriter:

Re: [RP]Hell’s Kitchen – The Lab.
Hell’s Kitchen – The Lab.

For a moment, there was only the echo of the undead army deep beneath the laboratory that could be heard aside from the slow beeping of a heart monitor that the hunchback assistant had fitted to his ill fated Master. Igor worked diligently in an effort to stabilize the Doctor, while the masked man in the big black hat only stared on. He has announced himself as Dragomir Constantin, a Hunter. A hunter who was also a hired killer. Least that is what Igor thought after he witnessed Narcissa being thrown to her death. Such a terrible fate, and one that he wished on no one. It brought the hunchback such terrible sadness, to lose both Loc and Narcissa this way but his main concern now was not to lose the Doctor along with them. There had been enough death and tragedy, and half of the hunchback’s mind was thinking that perhaps this was some sort of backlash….karma, you could say. Either way, the hunchback had given the Doctor the wrong batches of blood, and it would be a while before he realized just what he had done. He kept focusing on the Doctor’s face, and of course the heart monitor.

What threw him off of his work, aside from being nervous in the company of Dragomir was the sound of a new voice calling out from the hall.

” Anyone hear know where The Doctor is ? ”

A patient? NOW?! This was the worst possible timing, and Igor was almost too afraid to leave the unconscious Doctor with the Hunter. Igor muttered and wrung his hands together. His eyes glazing over as the weight of responsibility for all this was falling on his uneven shoulders. Fussing, he quickly got a sheet to cover over much of the Doctor and tried to hide his crumpling face.

“I…need to deal with the person outside.” Igor shuffled out and then saw the well dressed Hiei who seemed to materialize out of the shadows. On seeing him, the hunchback bowed ever slightly, before he heard another loud chorus of roars and moans from below.

“Sir….the Doctor is…”

Inside the emergency station, the Doctor’s eyelids fluttered and then sprang open as the heart monitor started to race. It had gone from slow, to abnormally fast within a matter of seconds. There was a look of panic on the Doctor’s face and he stared down to see the blood transfusion needle that was still in his arm. As his eyes tried to focus up on the blood bag, though hazy at first, he soon made out his own coding stickers and let out a god awful cry…..

“Nooooooo! What have you done to meeeee?!” Panicking, he tried to rip out the blood needle with shaking hands, and turned his head to see the Hunter standing there with the mask covering his face. “You need to get out…..you need to get out and shut the door….Lock me in here!……FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!…..GET OUT!”

Hearing the Doctor’s screams and loud calls from the emergency station, Igor flew into a panic. What the hell had he done? He thought he had given him the life saving blood, but mistakenly given him the blood from his X experiment. Igor ran to the door and then with the lights going on full, he saw the blood bag as the Doctor started to change….he was growing into something large…..something VERY LARGE….and GREEN!

https://i1.wp.com/stream1.gifsoup.com/view5/2086944/hulk-transform-o.gif

“DRAGOMIR…..RUN!!”

~RB~

Kiri:
Re: [RP]Hell’s Kitchen – The Lab.
Dragomir listened quietly and watched on without a word as there was no real reason for him to speak or do anything at the moment, for it there was he would be doing it at this moment and would without hesitation, however, he had come for his target and had completed what he was supposed to do; so why was he here right now? Because of one simple fact, Dragomir was always a softie when people actually needed help in a dire situation, he couldn’t help it; when someone was in trouble he felt that he had to help them then and there and if he didn’t then he felt as though he was betraying himself. And his old purpose in life as a hunter of the races who hunted humans.

As Dragomir stood there silently, the man quietly thought to himself even as the hunchback walked outside to deal with the patient who had arrived to meet with the doctor; this fact didn’t bother him, but even as he went outside to do so the doctor was found to be waking up. With the doctor freaking out, and with the fact he was transforming, the Lycan had gone on edge to the maximum level and his eyes had turned golden before he spun on his heel at the sound of the hunchback yelling to him to run. The hunter was debating, but he shook that out and sprinted through the door in a blur, moving at an inhuman speed as he waited for the hunchback to exit and then slammed the door shut, throwing all of his strength into holding it closed while also locking it as a precautionary measure. What happened? Time would have to tell him.

Fu:

Re: [RP]Hell’s Kitchen – The Lab.
https://i0.wp.com/i60.tinypic.com/30m93lk.jpg

Hiei : ” The Doctor is what? ”

– The Housekeep would say as he had been told that the Doctor was in some sort of situation ; one that wasn’t clear as the person speaking to him was cut off from finishing. A scream was audible enough to echo out into the room Hiei was in ; and from there he would assume someone was either in pain or panicking in the next room over . Due to Hiei’s mentality he was one to not care too much for others unless they were of great concern to him , so he didn’t react like any other person would unless he had a connection to the person or something else that’ll help formulate a good enough reasoning to be concerned. He would speak to Igor and say –

Hiei : ” Can you bring him ou- ”

– As he finished speaking he would see that the man had left the space in front of him as he went to tend to the situation that was occuring in the other room ; it would seem as if he may end up getting involved in the predicament whether or not he had wanted to . Clearly this situation has escalated far worse then he had expected. –

Razorbackwriter:
Re: [RP]Hell’s Kitchen – The Lab.
Hell’s Kitchen – The Lab.

For the three men that were now standing outside the emergency station, they would find themselves facing an unknown foe. With Dragomir using his brute strength to hold the door, the hunchback was frantic at the thought that the toxic batch of blood could turn the Doctor into the very thing he feared most of all. The blood was being tested, yes. But not on humans. The Doctor realized the danger the moment he was able to see clear enough to read the label on the blood bag, and his instinct to protect his visitors and employee came to the fore. The only problem was, the Doctor was now losing the battle for control.

In the emergency station, Wilhelm’s body shook and quivered violently as the table that he was laying upon was now buckling beneath him. The reason for this was that his bone mass was becoming denser as it grew. You could see the change as he grew larger. The pain that he was now experiencing was beyond anything a normal human being could cope with. Skin stretching to the limit. His head swelling and as he thrashed wildly, Wilhelm reached out with a hand that started to turn inward with the fingers being drawn in to form a large fist. The blood vessels upon his neck swelled and pumped the toxic blood with a renewed fury. Wilhelm blinked at the light, as his pupils turned a sickening green colour. Practically toxic.

https://i0.wp.com/www.amoeba.com/admin/uploads/blog/Charles/hulk-eye-norton.jpg

His body was twisting and jerking as he grew larger and larger. The screams were getting deeper to the point he no longer sounded like the Doctor at all….but like a grotesque monster. The kind that haunt your dreams and send you screaming into the night. Igor, who was in the foyer was practically tearing his hair out. The guilt that he felt after giving the doctor the wrong batch of blood in an effort to save him, had gone so tragically wrong. He couldn’t lose another tonight. Loc….Narcissa. it was too much to bare.

“It’s all my fault.” The hunchback cried out, ready to fall to his knees and let the creature that was now the Doctor take him down. That was of course till he heard a terrible grating sound. Metal twisting and tearing far below. As if in slow motion, the hunchback’s head turned towards the lift.

“OH MY GOD!”

The undead army. Some of them were now trying to access the lift well and climb up to the surface…to where Dragomir and Hiei were standing.

“OH NO!….THEY’RE COMING UP!” Sure enough a group of about ten were starting to claw their way up the inside of the elevator shaft and then you could hear the sound of machinery being smashed to pieces in the emergency station. How on earth were they to fight off the likes of the start of the undead army and then have the green giant come at them from the emergency station?

~SLAM! SLAM!~ Large fist prints were now being punched against the inside of the doors to the emergency station with the enraged giant Wilhelm trying to break through. Would Dragomir be able to hold the Doctor back…..or would the undead soldiers reach them first?

Suddenly, Igor had an idea. It was the only way to possibly stop the soldiers. The first claws of the beasts from below were now seen trying to get a hold at the foyer level….a head popping up and the face was riddled with scars and stitching. Black eyes stared at the trio that were standing just outside the emergency station doors.

“DRAGOMIR….LET HIM OUT!”

https://i2.wp.com/s3.amazonaws.com/rapgenius/tumblr_m4mhpa9pLp1r8ybi3o1_500.gif

~RB~

Kiri:
Re: [RP]Hell’s Kitchen – The Lab.
Dragomir was throwing everything into holding the beast that the Doctor had become in this room, he wasn’t invincible, and whoever/whatever the Doctor had become, Dragomir was no where near on the same level of strength; with every impact on the door, Dragomir was pushed a little harder from it, making him jerk with every impact as he struggled against it to keep it from escaping the emergency station till things decided to go from bad to worse. The undead beasts that the doctor had awakened were now crawling up the vent and with the doctor going berserk on the door it was only ruining his mood before he decided on one thing, first off: Dragomir leaned every ounce of his weight against the door as he pulled Vrangr from its holster and flipped the switch to set it on light. The little tubes along the barrel immediately began to fill up as light was absorbed into the gun, and as soon as it was fully charged the gun was ready to go for as many shots as he wanted to dish out, the difference was this: there were two triggers, one held to absorb light and keep the gun loaded, while the other was used to fire. The first trigger was a small button which he had to press down on with barely a grip, but the button would reset itself after so many shots. Which means he had to press it again every once in a while.

As soon as the undead popped their ugly little heads up Dragomir let loose, firing off bursts of light which exploded on contact, knocking some right back down the shoot until the hunchback yelled for him to let the Doctor out. Was that wise? Well… they had no choice, and so Dragomir jumped back, grasping the hunchback’s shirt to pull him with him and avoid the Doctor who was about to erupt from the room…

Fu;

Hell’s Kitchen – The Lab.
https://i2.wp.com/i60.tinypic.com/2q9yihg.gif

Hiei:” What the hell is going on ? ”

– Hiei said to himself as he went by unacknowledged after being abandoned ; he wanted to get going immediately but it seemed fate had other plans . He was to get the Doctor and get back , but he grew impatient of waiting and knowing fully well that he had to hurry on back to the Embassy due to the fact he was also in charge of maintaining the household , he was known to be on his feet 24/7 and this was no exception . Fast-paced was all he knew , but this . This ……. just no , he ended up turning into a shadow so he could cover ground more quickly and see what was going on . Hiei found himself in the same room as Igor once more along with those he was with , spotting fighting going on he was only able to be certain of the fact they needed to supress the beings that were coming out of the shaft ; otherwise they’ll more then likely kill off the people Hiei was sent here to get and that would put alot of problems on the plate of the House Manager and further extend his duty on finding another Doctor if there ever was one . The House Manager sprung forth with tiny tendrils of condensed shadow formed stringed laced with his energy that he would used to sever their heads if they ever continued to spring forth , however due to the angle and the space he wasn’t able to get too many , as he needed more space to swing but being in that space made it difficult.

https://i0.wp.com/i62.tinypic.com/2ynqq2c.jpg

Hiei:” This may prove difficult in this positioning…”

Razorbackwriter:

Re: [RP]Hell’s Kitchen – The Lab.
Hell’s Kitchen – The Lab.

Igor screamed in terror and surprise when he was yanked back by his collar clear out of the way of what would be the rampaging doctor in his grotesque giant form. Skidding in behind the hunter, he tried to scramble to his own feet to see just what the doctor had become. Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine that the Doctor would become just like the monsters he created. With Hiei changing to his shadow form and then moving just clear, the doors burst open in a fit of rage and fury. The Green giant was wearing the remnants of torn clothing that belonged to the doctor. All way too small and nothing but shreds of fabric. Wilhelm’s stance was like that of a silver backed gorilla in full charge. A frightening sight if ever there was one. His head turning left and right as though he was looking for something or someone specific. It was then it caught sight of the rise of the undead soldiers, who were being shot at by Dragomir as they breeched the top of the elevator shaft. Heads being blown off, limbs flying in all directions with sprays of greenish brown blood. The smell was vile and the more that got hit, the more that appeared. Like a wound that was now split open and maggots crawling out into the light. Hiei was doing everything he could, to stop the rising menace from below, but his position meant that the going ahead was difficult. That was until the beast like Doctor suddenly realized something….Narcissa was missing. He had failed to see her in the foyer, or the emergency station. There was no remains of her in the lift itself which was positioned high enough for him to see and still the opening where the undead were crawling through. Roaring with fury, he powered over to the shaft and then started to smash at the heads of the upcoming wildly. The sickening thuds and crushing sound of bone and skull the result of his frenzied attack. Not satisfied, the Doctor leapt down into the shaft – bounding off the sides as he went and taking out more of the undead soldiers till he reached the bottom with a god awful thud. The rise of ash, bone and concrete filled the shaft well and down there…where many more of the soldiers were preparing to make their rise to the surface, was the mangled body of Narcissa.

https://i2.wp.com/www.9e3k.com/wp/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/Hulk-vs-Loki-02.gif

The hulking doctor stared at her dead body in horror. His beautiful creation….his lasting memory of Missy….was dead. An abundance of emotions filled him to the brim. Grief, sadness, anger, rage, sorrow, loss. He couldn’t take it again….he just couldn’t. To the left of Narcissa’s body was that of Loc, his other creation. A pained and pathetic howl came from the beast as in the foreground, the undead army suddenly came to a stop. Something in his voice….something linked them all as one. The hulking Doctor knelt down and scooped up what was left of Narcissa and rocked back and forth…..all his dreams had died…with her. At that moment, the Doctor started to change back to the way he used to be….nothing more than a simple man – who knelt before the army of his creation…his blood.

~RB~

Kiri:
Re: [RP]Hell’s Kitchen – The Lab.
https://i1.wp.com/www.poster.net/van-helsing/van-helsing-photo-xl-van-helsing-6228861.jpg

When the new arrival decided to get involved it was definitely a welcome assistance to the hunter, who was still blasting away at the undead army, intent on destroying as many as possible to keep them from getting up there and on their own two feet before the doctor erupted from the doors with a roar; charging the undead army without hesitation it was obvious that the man no longer had any cognitive thought and was driven by pure rage at the moment as he smashed away at the army. Dragomir honestly wasn’t prepared for such ferocity, but it didn’t faze him as he continued shooting, blasting away continuously while the Doctor hurled himself down the shoot, till he landed down at the bottom with a bang and the undead army not stopping; but… then it was just… over, everything had stopped, it had ended; without warning the army stopped at the scream of the doctor. That howl was filled with sadness, so Dragomir had to assume that he saw the mangled body of Narcissa, the very girl that Dragomir had killed himself. How would things turn out from here?

Fu:
Re: [RP]Hell’s Kitchen – The Lab.
https://i2.wp.com/i60.tinypic.com/2q9yihg.gif

Hiei:” Seems like most of them have stopped coming for now. ”

– Was what the Man said as he saw the Giant Man leap down the shaft , his action halted the movement of the Army as a whole through that one movement . One that was not wasted one bit , however he would not hear any more noises coming through the shaft ; as if something happened upon arriving at the bottom . Did something occur to the male as he arrived at his destination ? Hiei’s eyes stayed at the shaft with his tendrils ready , he was not going to let anything that should’nt rise get a chance at doing so. He took a small puff from his cig and looked around –

Hiei:” So anyone mind telling me which one of you is the Doctor ? ”

Razorbackwriter:
Re: [RP]Hell’s Kitchen – The Lab.
Hell’s Kitchen

~When Good becomes Evil~

A simple man now stood before a massive army of corruption and chaos. A simple man who was now two beings. One…a genius, a good man….a man of science. The other…a monster. A beast that was created from the worst of emotions. Everything that hate and anger could generate. No one else could possible understand that the very spirit of the Doctor’s goodness was tied to the memory of his beloved Missy, and the beings that he had created after her death. Loc…Narcissa. It was all gone. Oh the Dark one had his deal. He got the Doctor to bend to his evil schemes because the good man had been honorable. He stuck to this deal

But now…as he stood with the last of his goodness laying at his feet all he could see before him was the power that he had created out of the most evil of plots, the good Doctor was no more. Wearing but torn remnants of his suit and lab coat, he continued to stare out at the now silent army of the undead. The very creatures he had awakened with his blood. The connection between him and his creations was now sealed. It took him to near death, but his fate along with all the creatures that stood before him now was in his control.

All bets were off. The deal was done. Evil….had a new face.

The Creator had become his own Creation. No one in Hell…no King, no Prince; not even the Dark One could have foretold this. The Doctor’s face showed calm, but his eyes…..God, such hatred….such pain….nothing and no one could save him now.

Turning to face the control panel of the lift, the Doctor flipped the control pad and started to mess with the wires beneath. Working them in a new way before snapping the lid back on and pressing in the code. Upstairs, the lift shunted back into the normal place and the doors opened for Igor and the two that had happened along at the wrong time.

Igor was frightened. The quiet down in the lab was eerie and he could feel it in his waters, that although the Doctor had stopped wailing and the army had fallen silent; that it was not over. Still, he was an employee of Hell’s kitchen and his place was at the Doctor’s side. No matter what. Looking at Hiei, he swallowed and said. “The Doctor is down in Cardis tomb.” He didn’t actually come out and say that the green beast that broke free out of the emergency station was the actual doctor. Hiei might not believe him. Igor motioned for the hunter and the guest from the Embassy to enter the lift. Once in, he would press the down button and the lift would begin to move. When they arrived…and the doors opened, the Doctor would be waiting. He’d have found a new lab coat, and bare a strange smile that was disarming.

“Sorry about the mess. Minor mishap. Please, how can we help you?” His voice was calm, and in behind the army had already started to clean up the mess that they had made, without even being instructed. Igor would be first to ask.

“Doctor….are you alright?” Maybe the Doctor had lost his mind completely. The switch was too great. From the crazed giant to this…visage of calm.

https://i1.wp.com/fandomania.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/08/oncefrankenstein2.jpg

“Never better….Igor….Never…better.”

~RB~

Fu:
Re: [RP]Hell’s Kitchen – The Lab.
Cardis Tomb

– The event came and went swiftly ; but it felt alittle bit odd for it to have finished so abruptly like it did . But despite it ; both Dragomir and Hiei had left their stances with dealing the threats as it came . With that done , they were told to get on the lift to go downwards . Of course Dragomir and Hiei would follow as prompted into the lift and down below , revealing the inner sections of the facility and before them the doctor appeared once the lift reached its end . Hiei walked forward first with Dragomir walking slowly behind , as if watching the place for any signs of danger ; he didn’t let his guard down too easily after the event that just happened and it was clear he felt alittle on edge still due to it . Hiei spoke first , placing both of his hands behind his back as he spoke to the Doctor –

https://i2.wp.com/i60.tinypic.com/2mp0woz.png

Hiei : ” I came here to request your medical knowledge ; Nicholas of the Embassy is fallen ill and we need your assistance. If it isn’t too much to ask that is . However I can wait if you need to clean up the area if need be , there was quite a few mishaps as I saw a moment ago but I’ll try to act as if I didn’t see anything . ”

Razorbackwriter:
Re: [RP]Hell’s Kitchen – The Lab.
Hell’s Kitchen – The Lab.

With all that had gone on right before Hiei and Dragomir entered the ravaged and bloody Cardis Tomb, you would expect the doctor to be showing some signs of distress, but the Doctor appeared totally normal. In fact it was this cheeriness that was practically chilling to watch. Igor sensed it right away, that the Doctor’s behavior did not match the man earlier. The green monster that he had become in the Emergency station was now locked back inside it’s cage, for now.

Igor was not happy with the Doctor’s words, but he was nothing more than a lowly servant and really had no right to question the Doctor. If only he had been brave enough to try. With the guests however, and the rumble of the undead army setting everything back as it should be, he could only stand by as an observer till asked to get back to work.

The Doctor smiled at the staffer from the Embassy, who used good tact to explain why he was there. Having been sent to request medical knowledge to assist a man by the name of Nicholas, who had fallen ill.

“I can wait if you need to clean up the area if need be , there was quite a few mishaps as I saw a moment ago but I’ll try to act as if I didn’t see anything . ”

“A few, but nothing that can’t be put right.” The Doctor offered, taking down a medical bag, and opening it as he prepared to join the young man on his return to the Embassy.

“Igor, if you would assist our other guest with whatever he needs, I shall make a trip over to the Embassy. I am not one for withholding treatment from one of such importance as a member of the Ambassador’s staff.” Picking out certain gleaming tools, he set them into the medical bag, then closed it with a loud click. Just in behind him were the bodies of Loc and Narcissa – yet to be disposed of or harvested for parts.

“Oh and Igor…clean up this little mess if you would. Thank you.” He gave a little wave of the hand, before changing his coat and putting on a smart black hat.

https://i0.wp.com/i46.tinypic.com/1o5eab.gif

The Doctor picked up his bag and gestured for the gentleman from the Embassy to lead the way.

“After you, good Sir. I have a vehicle just outside the front entrance.”

As he passed a table, the Doctor picked up a small box with a slight of hand and put it into his coat pocket.

~RB~

(TC – Embassy – Doctor)

 

Whose at the Door? – Hell’s Kitchen : SS.

With the Dark One giving our Doctor a hard time in reminding him of his deal, there are new customers at the door.  One in particular is one of the Seven Princes of Hell.  Drama is coming and you have to wonder, will a new deal be struck?

Scene Setting :  Hell’s Kitchen – Seven Sins Series.

Co-written with Frid, Zetta,  & Artie

Frid;  

https://i2.wp.com/i1320.photobucket.com/albums/u527/Friddleman/Character%20Bio%20Pics/tumblr_naf76k3D8W1t39jfto4_1280_zpsuohhnajy.jpg
While the powerful trickster reveled in the despair of and old genius a loud knock echoed throughout the house. It seemed the Dark one wasn’t the only one who wanted to have a chat with the good Doctor. With no immediate response subsequent knocks would soon follow, each growing louder and more aggressive. It wasn’t long before the knocks turned into what sounded like someone trying to beat down the damn door! Then with one final brutish slam to the large front door it came free from it’s old rusty hinges and flew across the lab. It flew threw the air for a few moments before making contact with the cold concrete floor. From there it would slide along the floor till finally it hit the wall and came to an abrupt halt. “Shit! The Doc is gonna have a cow when he sees this. I bet the old man will have me replace the damn thing too………. This is gonna be one of those days isn’t it?” said the annoyed stranger as he stepped past the threshold and into the Doctor’s home/laboratory. As per usual it seemed Delsin had forgotten his sense of strength and broken something…. again. Without a second thought the rather tall man simply strolled into the lab uninvited. A few steps later he came to a halt beside the large door. He then tilted his head to the side and stared at it for a moment. “Its a wonder why the doc hasn’t bothered to install some sort of security system in here. God forbid some lunatic with a fascination for rotting corpses were to come by and steal the good Doctor’s entire inventory of dismembered body parts.” With a sarcastic smirk Delsin chucked lightly to himself at his own sarcastic joke.

Razorbackwriter:  

Hell’s Kitchen – The laboratory.

Loc’s loud snores were growing even louder, but it was the fact he kept drawing in Igor’s night cap tassle that was going to cause a problem. One…two..three times the fuzzy ball went into the creation’s mouth, till suddenly ~SNAP!~ the pom pom flew into Loc’s throat, only to get caught in his air passage.

~GASP..CHOKE..WHEEZ…GAHHHHH!~

The creation sat bolt upright in bed, clutching at his throat while being visibly stricken. The veins on the skin of his neck stood out and his eyeballs looked set to pop out of their sockets. The noise was enough to wake Igor, whose hat dangle dangle was causing the grief.

“What what..what?” He cried, rubbing his eyes as he turned to see the distressed creation who was turning a funny shade of blue.

“BALL….STUCK!…CAN’T…. BREATHE!” Loc was gasping and shrieking in a distressed manner, flailing and causing the bed they were on to creak and groan loudly. Igor sprung up like a shot and then, without thinking shoved his arm down Loc’s throat, rummaging around for the lost night cap toggle. “Hold still, ya lump!” The hunchback cried as he fished about up to his shoulder, trying to clear Loc’s airway. It was a good old struggle, but Loc was clearly getting more and more upset. Till finally…“I GOT IT!” Igor ripped it out of Loc’s mouth and then recognized it for what it was. “Hey…that’s off my hat.”

Being so angry by the fact that it was the hunchback’s hat that caused him to practically choke, made Loc reach over and grab the hunchback around the neck. He gave him a good hard throttle, causing Igor’s eyes to roll back and forth.

“ARRRRRRGH!” he screamed till suddenly they both heard a noise coming from the door down at the entrance to the lab.

~BANG BANG BANG!~

“Loc stop!”

~BANG BANG BANG….CRASH THUD~

“Doesn’t anyone know how to ring a bloody bell anymore?” Loc shrugged at Igor’s words, and promptly let go of the smaller man. “He used..knockers?” Loc sat scratching the top of his head, as Igor jumped down off the bed and started for the door. By the sounds of things the door had been busted open. Did no one have manners anymore?

“Come on….the Doctor must be in the lab, we better go see who is at the door.” Opening the door to the Doctor’s bedroom, Igor took off down the passage, and then slid around the stairs banisters till flying off to do a tumble landing at the foyer floor.

“Hold ya horses….I’m coming…I’m coming.” Igor sung out, limping towards the entrance. Only there he was confronted by a man that he had not seen before. Tall…dark, nice suit. But seeing as the door had been broken on his entry, it was obvious that this guy was not here by appointment.

“You break it, we charge you for it.” The plucky Hunchback growled as he wiggled a small finger at the man before him. Course, he meant the door.

The thundering sound of heavy plodding footsteps coming meant that Loc was bringing up the rear. Neither had seen the Doctor or his other guest of yet, but it seemed they wanted to make sure that whoever created the disturbance was greeted by the welcome wagon. The dark imposing shadow of Loc could be seen crossing the diminutive hunchback assistant to the Doctor.

“So…you have an appointment?” Igor looked the man up and down with a look of contempt. There was something not quite right about this.

Loc simply thundered back and went to try and fix the door. Which was kind of awkward since it had been busted off it’s hinges. The odd sounds of scraping and thumping, met with the odd groan and swear word from Loc. They were going to need a carpenter, no doubt – to fix it properly.

~RB~

 

Frid:  Delsin just sat in the entryway patiently waiting with his hands tucked into his jacket pockets. Before long he began to hear footsteps coming from upstairs. Expecting to see a furious Doctor ready to tear out the mans beating heart Delsin prepared for the worst. Much to his surprise however he was instead greeted by a much smaller man with wild hair and a rather large hump on one side of his back. As expected Delsin was expected to pay for repairs on the door as well as watch the small man wag a finger at him. “Yeah…… I’m sorry about the door. I swear I’ll pay for a carpenter to come fix it.” Delsin would then reach his right hand to scratch the back of his head lightly. “Though to be honest this kind of thing wouldn’t happen if you guys had better door hinges in the first place, but I digress.” he said with a slight smirk.

Just then the room filled with the sound of thundering footsteps heading in their direction. By the sound of the immensely heavy steps this visitor was far larger than the man from before. Right on cue a lumbering Loc hurried past them both the retrieve the discarded front door. With a raised brow Delsin began observing the creature as struggled to fix the broken door. Without missing a beat the dark haired man responded immediately. “Uhh no….. However I’m told the good Doctor is the one to come too if you’ve got a few corpses you’d like to get rid of. By the way what exactly is that………. what’s the word I’m looking for here?” He asked not wanting the offend the creature across the room in some way. Last thing he needed was get into a fight and destroy the entire lab.

 

Zetta:  Heavy thuds from one nearly 500 pounds approached the other side of the door, accompanied by at least four pairs of feet, with the heaviest of course standing out the most. The Prince of Gluttony turned to Victoria, the woman should have been leading all this time, but even when she would pause at the outside of the large building the prince would continue on until they were side-by-side. He was still high, but the effects had begun to ware off from their walking, unfortunately he did not have his assistant as a ride this time. However he preferred to walk on his own two feet when he was making personal appointments. He did not make one here, but was setting one for himself. Certainly, the Doctor would not turn away a customer. The man himself rarely came here, and whenever he did he took to sampling the body of at least one being unlucky enough to end up here. One of the corpses mostly.. In his turning to the blonde assassin he placed a hand in his pockets. “We’re here to find a replacement for the hand I lost..” His mind was slightly boggled then, a sudden loss of his thought process had him at a loss for words. Only temporary though. “In the war.. Is there anything you can tell me about this place?” He asked her, she was probably almost as worldly as Najetta herself.

Right then he lifted up his remaining hand, a fly whizzing it’s way from the air to his finger. “These little guys are my pets.. If they see anything happen to me, or maybe you” He emphasized, obviously predicting that she may have thought of escaping his threats. “Then one of them will make it to my men.. You already know what happens then, right?” Insinuating that actual reconnaissance was not even necessary, she could imagine herself that bugs could be anywhere at anytime without one’s knowledge of it. “You’d be surprised at how even a little insect can accomplish so much..” His finger twitched, releasing the thing from his explanation, as a show of communication. He telepathically ordered it to fly into the door. “Kill yourself..” He said verbally, upon the end of his sentence it flew straight to the entrance. Coincidentally just as the door itself would fall back, though this appeared to be only because of the broken hinges. Still, his eyebrow rose in surprise. “Seems like someone else is already here..” He said, uncaring as he stepped onto the door, now only a board to be walked over. Knowing of those few behind him, he continued moving forward, immediately catching the two individuals who were talking to each other. He ignored the other nearby man and tilted his head up, where if any looked his way, would catch his chin pointing at the two. “Hello Igor.” Beel greeting the one who had many failed attempts of stopping the prince from feasting on corpses.
_______________________________________________________________________________________________________

For now, the demigod followed after the demon prince. Along with him, Eren, and ahead of them, the woman Victoria. She was apparently following Beelzebub unwillingly, that was comical, since the two friends were opposite. Blitz had wondered what they were doing here until the glutton prince explained, continuing onto have his own personal thing with Victoria. His mind allowed a distraction, dating itself back to Astarte, they were flying together and then she.. He recalled her speaking of Anarchy Division, a desire to slow down their pace of fighting. There they differed, he had no interest in purposefully slowing down, his original goal being to find the strongest being here, and defeating them. Her decision was fine, so long as they never fought on opposite sides, or then he would be forced to become a traitor… Even so, at the moment he no idea where she was, he could not even sense her power anymore. It was impossible to follow for some reason, for now he would just continue onward. Recalling the time in the mansion when she had sauntered off on her own, finding her then was impossible too. Instead he turned to Eren, now that the prince had taken his first step into the building’s entrance. “I haven’t been to this place yet.. You?” He asked, every where he went in Hell was different, various experiences he’d already had..

Blitz followed in after Victoria, unless she hadn’t went in after Beelzebub, to which he would’ve been the second to continue onward. Once inside he instantly caught whiff dead bodies, the scent was despicable. The worst part about this plane was the disgusting features of various demons, and their tastes, and the casual approach towards even the most heinous scenes. All the likes of which he had never before seen in his own dimension.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

Hell’s Kitchen – The Laboratory

~Who really is the Monster?~

On the second floor of the laboratory, the Doctor was still having it out with the Dark One. He had heard some sounds that were coming from below and knew that Igor and Loc would be attending to it. Though normally the Doctor was much more punctual and attended to his guests and customers straight away, these words with the Dark one had to be said. The gleam in Shamus’s eye was unmistakable, as he let the Doctor grip his jacket lapels – as though wishing for the Doctor to reveal the hidden dark side of his personality. A virtual Jekyll and Hyde. What all had seen of the Doctor, was what he wanted to see, not the pained and murderous creature that lurked just below the surface. For while he was this genius, this creator, he was also deeply deeply troubled and it was this that the Dark One wanted so badly to bring out. The wicked grin grew, showing off stained yellow teeth with that foul breath as Shamus chuckled darkly.

“You never were good at reading the fine print, Wilhelm.” A mistake for sure, when he signed the deal thinking he would get his love back to him. It was all a rouse. A test to see if the Doctor could really pull it off. It is amazing just how far one would go for love. “That contract was binding and NOTHING is ever going to break it.” There was a growl in the Dark One’s voice as the Doctor pushed him back, releasing him as he released an anguished cry. His head bowing, shoulders sagging. How much he hated this creature for what he had done.

Stumbling back, the Dark one was quick to regain his composure, even pulling on his jacket and straightening it. He then cocked his head and placed a curved hand to his ear.

https://i1.wp.com/i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh121/Aleks_Aki/Once%20Upon%20a%20Time/tumblr_m90f7dmdqc1r2k82fo1_500_zps246c0454.gif

“Ah…you have some very important guests. Ehehehehe. No doubt they are in need of your special talents.” Shamus flicked his hands like some bizarre game show host. “What are you waiting for, dearie? Time is money…tick tock, run along.”

The Doctor hated leaving the Dark one in the corridor like this, but the rising sounds of voices was now growing, and knowing that it was just Loc and Igor down there, he knew that he would need to make his presence known. But before he went, the Doctor pointed at Narcissa’s door. “Stay out of her room.” The Doctor then spun on his heel, grabbing a coat off the nearest hook and headed down the passage towards the stairs, leaving the Dark one to his devices. The Dark One wobbled his head and brought up his hand like a sock puppet. Stay out of her room….Ehehehe…Like hell.” With a spin, he vanished from the spot….but he had not left the laboratory…Oh no, he wasn’t finished with his visit.

https://i0.wp.com/24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mcnkxyNWId1qacuhyo4_r1_250.gif

Down in the foyer, Loc was shuffling around with the large entrance door, whilst Igor was doing the meet and greet with the first of the guests, well the one that broke the door in.

“Yeah…… I’m sorry about the door. I swear I’ll pay for a carpenter to come fix it.”

“Hmmph, that’s what they all say. Igor replied with a roll of the eyes, course the next thing that Delsin said had the igor practically choke on his own spit. “Though to be honest this kind of thing wouldn’t happen if you guys had better door hinges in the first place, but I digress.” Igor really thought this guy was a wise ass. Practically smirking as he spoke. The hunchback face palmed and heard Loc struggling with the door, when there was the sound of great footfalls coming towards the entrance. And not just one person, but a small group. Loc was dithering on whether to put the door on the hinges, or…just stand and hold it. Igor excused himself from Delsin and marched over to the towering creation. “Just lean it against the wall for now. Pfft.”

Delsin was inquiring also as to what Loc was. The hunchback motioned with his hand for the creation to come back to the foyer, which Loc did after finding a place to lean the heavy door.

“Loc…is his name. The latest from the factory floor. Fresh off the field of Wrath. A real keeper.” Igor was singing Loc’s praises, even though he didn’t really explain what he truly was.

“I made him.”

 

It was the Doctor. He had just came down the stairs, and was tugging on his jacket sleeves before noticing the door had been knocked clean off its hinges. “We have a bell, you know.” The Doctor added, before extending his hand towards Delsin. “Doctor Schwartz, at your service.” The Doctor had managed to calm himself down before making it to the bottom of the stairs. There was no visible sign of distress, like he showed upstairs with the Dark One, who was still lurking about within the building.

Loc made a low growling sound as dark shadows were now entering the doorway and then the foyer. It made for all present to look up from where they were presently, and Igor heard the greeting first.

“Hello Igor.”

“My Lord Beelzebub..” Igor bowed low as he knew that he was in the presence of one of the Princes of Hell. The Hunchback got up quickly and tugged upon the Doctor’s sleeve. “Master…The Prince of Gluttony is here.”

When the Doctor had finished shaking Delsin’s hand he turned to see the Prince and his entourage for himself. Ever the Gentleman, the Doctor approached the Prince and his guests both of which were unfamiliar to him but welcome.

“Ah….Welcome, My Lord. It is indeed an honor to have you within our establishment once again.” The Doctor snapped his heels together sharply, and bowed in respect. “After a few corpses, My Lord?” It was the obvious question, before the Doctor happened to notice that the Prince of Gluttony was missing an arm. “Recent amputation? If you need my assistance, I am of course at your service.”

The Doctor was well known for the amazing talents he had with genetics, body reconstruction, and the greatest of all, bringing back the dead.

“Shall we all go into the main office, gentlemen?”

~RB~

 

Artie:  Victoria walked with stiff and curt movements, frustration and anger boiling underneath her surface. She held a feeling of disgust, however. Not for him, but for herself, in disgust with how easily she’d been backed into a corner by the great buffoon that she walked ahead of.. Said animal.. or demon, man, whatever in god’s name one might wish to call it.. suddenly turned to her. It spoke in a voice that was clearly lingering and slow – was this his normal intelligence level? Victoria was willing to bet it.. Yet, he’d outsmarted her. The sign of her fury was the slight lock of her jaw, but otherwise she would keep an impassive and cold exterior.. Her aura rolled off in waves of distaste, making those around her feel the need to shrink back if they were not as tough as she. “Expurimants here. Corpses altured (altered). B-oh-dee (body) parts and chameestry (chemistry).” Her words were thick with her accent, and her anger only accented this foreign spin..

An insect can do so much..‘ “You would know, you are a beetle on my paper.” Victoria spat back at his threats, using a phrase he may be unused to.. but the gist of it was still comprehensible. The blonde had no liking for him, and saw him as no more than an insect himself that was a speck of dust in her eye. As if the assassin could muster even half of a fuck to care for the fact this man was a demon – a Prince at that, of Hell.. No, she couldn’t. Even attempting to do so made her scoff and roll her eyes. “Hulloh Igor. Ductor.” Victoria crossed her arms over her chest, walking to the side and leaning against the wall. She’d given the two a small nod of her head in greeting – sure, Victoria had been here before. She’d needed help once or twice when her regenerative abilities were taking too long – in fact, when the Doctor had been snapping her collar bone back into place, Victoria had reflexively punched poor Igor on the side of cheek with enough force to knock him backwards into the wall and create a crack in it.. She was beautiful, but severe in her actions.

Victoria didn’t pay attention to Blitz nor Eren – in her mind so far, neither were worth her time to approach. If anyone would willingly follow someone as stupid and bumbling as Beel was, they weren’t any better in her book until they could prove otherwise. A person was defined by their leader – as far as Victoria was concerned. Leaders had a flock of sheep exactly like them, and if one being differed, then that person had become a leader his/herself.. Her strong jaw and intense eyes gazed around the room, taking in the surroundings.. Victoria looked like a bodyguard, dominant in her presence like she would easily knock someone off their feet.. But that was just what her military background had her do, her posture damn near perfect.. She would yawn, if yawning was not a sign of being tired and not being alert.

 

 

My Monster Girl – Hell’s Kitchen : SS.

With the party to end all parties winding down, it is time for the crew of Hell’s kitchen to go off to bed.  But on a stormy night, not everyone is having sweet dreams.

Scene setting: Hell’s Kitchen.

Co-written with Temp and Moo.

 

Temp:  Roxanne was appreciative of Loc’s helpful and loving nature towards her, and didn’t seem to mind at all that he was becoming rather handsy with her. Caring about such a thing didn’t really compute with her for whatever reason. Perhaps that had something to do with her revival? Whatever the reason was she really didn’t seem to care. “Good job Igor! You even survived the nuke!” She shouted and gave him a bit of a booby wiggle, though he’d probably just ignore it. It was then that the Doctor proclaimed that he would be going to sleep. “Nighty night Doc!” She shouted out to him and wiggled about until she flopped over and into a seat, where she’d likely pass out if left undisturbed. There was a lot of booze missing from her collection due to this night, but she had enjoyed it and would remember it as such. Enjoyable.

 

Moo:  Narcissa gave the hunchback a good pat for his hard work as the nurse commended him. “Mhm! Great work!” the monstrosity agreed. She decided to copy Roxanne’s actions, wiggling her boobies as well. It felt kinda funny, making her giggle a bit. Though her dress didn’t exactly show a lot of cleavage. Oh well! The cringing Igor was left alone at long last as the Doctor made his exit, bidding them a good night. “Sleep tight, Doctor! Don’t let the bed bugs bite.” Narcissa giggled to herself before humming and dancing herself away into another room in order to get rid of her dress. It was nice and all, but she really needed a breather. So being back in her favorite lab coat, she went to lay herself down.“Phew, what a day~” The monster was rather energized still, so it was troublesome to keep still. She would turn over constantly and twitch her muscles, fidgeting here and there. It was normal though, as Narcissa didn’t need sleep.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Igor was still a little green looking after surviving the blast from Loc’s backside. He kept sticking out his tongue as though trying to rid the taste off it. Yes, Loc was more than just a force of brute strength. One would be wise not to be up wind of him after a night of curry and garlic pizza, that was for sure. Loc, was in another world entirely. Still drooling over the wondrous booby movements coming from the glorious Roxanne. Oh, how he loved that little nursey. But with the Doctor having retired for the evening, and the party now winding down, it was time for the crew to go find their cots and sleep. It was Igor that was left with the task of putting Loc to bed. Roxanne looked like she had had one drink too many, and after flopping onto the nearest couch, she was looking like she was heavily sedated…not just relaxed.

Tugging on Loc’s sleeve, Igor motioned with a jerk of his head, that they should head out of the party room and find Loc a cot.

“Come on, Loc. Let’s get you ready for bed.”

“Sleep?”

“Yes, sleep. Not the long kind that you never wake up from. The usual…..five..six hours.” At least that is what Igor normally had. Narcissa had already left the room after giving the hunchback a good whack for his efforts in winning the game of Twister. Though if you asked him, he won be default. Passing out on all the dots, really didn’t constitute a win in his books, but it was the first time he’d won anything, so….he wasn’t about to complain.

Taking one of the torches off the wall, igor bowed before the nearly sleeping Roxanne, before ambling out of the party room, leading Loc behind him. They had a room that was for the male servants, though the cots there might be a bit small. Might have to push a few together.

It was as Loc was being led down the hall that the first signs of an oncoming storm were both seen and heard. A great rumble, followed by a flash of light that illuminated the clouds. It was loud enough to give Loc a scare. Who knew that the creation was scared of thunder and lightning.

“Baaaaadddd.” Loc cried as he tried to shield his eyes.

Igor stopped and looked back in surprise. “You should have seen battles that were worse than that, Loc.” Was this creation really scared of a little bit of thunder.

~RUMBLE RUMBLE….BOOM!~

“Gaaaaaaaah!”

Yes…yes he was.

The Doctor was sitting up in his bed, night cap on his head and glasses on his nose as he was reading a romance novel, when the door to his room suddenly burst open. There was Loc….wearing a night shirt and quivering like a leaf. In behind him was a very flustered Igor, who was holding a candle.

“Master….Loc wet the bed.”

It wasn’t really wet…it was saturated. The pong had driven them out of their room.

Wilhelm reached up to take off his glasses and set down his book. This was most unusual. Another crack of lightning appeared at the window followed by a large and powerful boom.

“Loc…scared!!!!”

Igor took a side ways step, just in case the creation let off another one of his fatal farts.

“Master, I already changed his night shirt once. Know anything that can calm him down.”

This was a real pickle. The Doctor strummed his chin for a moment, then he patted the mattress.

“When I’m scared, I usually think of my favorite things.”

https://razorbackwriteraus.files.wordpress.com/2015/03/ab6d5-favourtie-things.gif

Loc ran …..or should I say, galloped over to the bed and jumped on it with such force, that the whole room shook. It was a miracle that the bed didn’t break. The Doctor looked up at the trembling giant of a creation and patted his arm.

“If you sing about your favorite things…..you won’t hear the storm anymore.”

Igor thought the Doctor had lost his marbles.

-glancing at the readers- “When the hell did this role play turn into a musical?” He shook his head, before following Loc’s lead and set down his candle on the bedside table to the other side of the Doctor, before taking up a comfy space on the bed.

The Doctor coughed and then started to warm up his voice…“Me me me me me…doe..rae me far..so…la…te…DOE.”

~Blood drops on roses….and fleas on little kittens. Warm bags of vomit, and leaches that wiggle. Zombies without heads and losing their limbs….these are a few of my favorite things……~

~RB~

 

Razorbackwriter:  A night unlike any other. Where the strange rendition of “My favorite things” was a sing song between Loc, the Doctor and a very sleepy Igor. All ended up in the same bed, and the last one to finally fall asleep was the Doctor himself. Staring out the window at what was now a peaceful night in Hell. The storm had passed and only the light pitter patter of falling water droplets could be heard on the window ledge. The Doctor glanced at both his sleeping companions. Did he ever think for a moment that they would all end up in his bed? Course not. it was just how the night ended and the creation was soothed into a peaceful slumber.

The morning started with the sound of the Doctor’s alarm clock buzzing. Five am. The usual time that the Doctor liked to be up and out of bed. With a heavy workload ahead of him, he carefully eased back the covers and crept out of bed, so as not to wake Igor and Loc, who were now curled up together. The cotton ball on the end of Igor’s night cap floating in and out of Loc’s gaping maw every time the creation snored. It was almost too priceless an image not to want to take a snap shot. Black mail material….ha. The Doctor made his way to the bathroom, and he started off with a good hot shower, before shaving and preparing himself for the day ahead.

No doubt Roxanne and Narcissa would still be sleeping – Roxanne most likely in a drunken state, and would need to sleep off the night’s booze. Stepping out of the shower, he wrapped a fluffy towel around his waist and went to rub his hand over the condensation coated mirror, when he was shocked to see the face of a man standing in behind him.

“Must have been some party…Eh ehehehehehe.”

The Doctor shrieked when he suddenly recognized the voice and the face of the man behind him.

“YOU!”

“Yes…it’s me. Miss me, Doctor? I don’t see your sweet lovey in your bed. You never did tell me what you did with her. After all, I did just as you asked.” Oh yes, the Dark one had made good his end of the deal, however he forgot to mention that with all magic, it comes at a price. One that the Doctor never counted on. The Dark one popped his head into the Doctor’s bed chambers and let out a squeal like laugh.

https://31.media.tumblr.com/d1f61aac0389af531f14c6dfdc10b224/tumblr_n5qc2lzoKe1s7nytzo1_500.gif

“You’ve gone gay! And a threesome? Tsk tsk.”

It was hardly the truth at all. The Doctor was quick to put on his trousers and march out of the bathroom, shushing the demon who was pointing at Loc and giggling.

“You disgust me, now out in the hall, I don’t want to wake them.” The Doctor opened the door and the dark creature made a swirling gesture with his hand, and cocked his head to and fro, before skipping out the door. Pulling a shirt off its hanger, the Doctor followed the demon out into the hall.

The Dark one turned on his heel the moment that the door was closed. “You still haven’t told me what you did with her. Come on….where is she?”

The Doctor’s head slowly turned towards what was the door to Narcissa’s room. His facial expression a dead giveaway. The demon pointed a gnarled finger towards the door and crept, ever quietly towards the door and then with his hand placed upon it, he gently eased it open and poked his head inside. Sure enough on the bed within, lay the Frankenstein like monster girl, whose body parts were taken from the love of the Doctor’s former life.

Whispering with a wicked grin.

“She’s not as I remember, but that is her.” He glanced over his shoulder and his eyes gleamed. “You butchered her. Who is the devil now?”

The Doctor was quick to get across the hall and shut the door to Narcissa’s room hopefully not waking her from her slumber. Turning to face the demon, who was clearly enjoying the Doctor’s distress he gasped as he saw the look of insanity coming back to the Doctor’s face.

“Yes…YES….Let it out, Doctor!”

The Doctor reached out and gripped the demon’s coat lapel with shaking hands and practically lifted him up off the ground, ready to launch him across the room. The very veins on his neck were standing out – purple and red. Eyes like fire as his chin trembled. “YOU BROUGHT BACK A MONSTER!”

https://i0.wp.com/24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mcq1vbM8wm1qj74jeo1_500.gif

The Dark one stared at the Doctor in triumph. “No, you created one. EHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!”

 

~RB~

“Oh What a Night.” – Hell’s Kitchen : SS.

 

The crew of Hell’s Kitchen are now enjoying the game of Twister and of course the mountains of Pizza…but with every party, there is always a down side.  Read on and see.

Scene setting – The Party Room, Hell’s Kitchen.

Co-written with Temp and Moo.

 

Temp:  Roxanne was still feeling rather tipsy so her balance was a bit off, but she was able to maintain her footing. The music was of course fantastic and of good taste, and it definitely added to the situation. She couldn’t help but giggle at the others taking part in the game, and probably wouldn’t even care if they touched her in an ‘odd’ spot. This little game was rather fun, and it definitely helped to expose her lovely features. Loc was of course getting a kick out of that, and who knows he might just develop a taste for her lovely booty as well. Good thing she didn’t mind being the center of ones affection. In fact, she quite liked it. Too bad Loc was pretty much a simple minded monster, otherwise she might have had a chance at romance. Oh well! No big deal, right?

 

Moo:  With the particular song choice, Narcissa found herself moving to the beat all on her own. She even went as far as to sing out the lyrics, much like Loc was doing. Only…maybe a little more in tune. With the Doctor pointing to her and informing her just what color to move to, the monster giggled and made her way to the mat with all its pretty colors. “Right foot.. yellow!” she cried out happily, clapping her hands as her right foot moved to the intended spot. Thankfully it was clear by a few inches of Loc’s dribbling drool. And here came the chorus again. She and Loc cried it out together.“HOOOOOKED… ON A FEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELINGGGGG!” Laughter followed as Narcissa continued moving her arms and torso in a small dance, hopefully without knocking anyone over.

 

Razorbackwriter:  It was laughter singing and a whole lot of booty wiggling. Yes, the crew sure knew how to party, and while the dial spun and the Doctor shouted out coloured dots and which hand or foot to put them on, the crew were starting to get tangled up in a rather large knot like pretzel. Loc slammed his right foot down on blue, and to do this he had to swing his leg up and over Igor. What this did was put Igor’s face right into the danger zone. He had his face right up to Loc’s enormous backside. He grimaced and whimpered, since he knew that Loc had had a whole lot of garlic prawn pizza. Loc…well, he was managing to twist his head around so he could still manage to see Roxanne’s bosoms – which were hanging precariously just shy of being fully exposed. One more booty wiggle should do the trick.

Doctor Wilhelm was the dial spinner and so he kept out of the game, but continued to sing out where the dial landed.

“Left hand red, Narcissa!”

“Right foot blue, Roxanne…”

“What’s that smell, Doctor?” Igor said from beneath the towering ass of Loc.

 

~PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTT!~

Yep, the big guy let one go that could choke a donkey in under ten seconds.

~RB~

 

Temp:  “Riiiiiiight foooooooot bluuuuuuuuueeeeee!!!” Roxanne shouted in response to the Doctor’s words, and was quick to obey the rules of the game. Everything was going just great, until of course a nuclear bomb escaped Loc’s ass. As soon as she heard the PFFFT she bounced up and into the air until she slammed into the roof, which she actually went directly through up to a certain point. Her lower half was left dangling as her upper half was occupying what seemed to be a ventilation shaft. Her quick reaction had saved her from the nuke. “SSSSSSSSSAAAAFE!!!!!!!” She shouted and wiggled her legs about franticly, not at all caring about the fact that everyone below need only look up to enjoy the view.

 

Moo:  “Left hand red!!” Narcissa eagerly cried out as she slapped her hand down on the mat. She was just a bundle of joy; chipper and giggling rather frequently with the occasional hiccuping. It wasn’t until Loc’s fart from hell that the party broke up–quite literally, at that. Poor Igor! Narcissa stopped her already unnecessary breathing while her eyes widened to the size of saucers, being quiet for the first time tonight for a mere thirty seconds before SOMEHOW Roxanne launched herself into the ceiling. Then she died–in a metaphorical sense–falling over with laughter. She rolled on the ground while her giggles erupted, only becoming silenced with a rather rough hiccup, followed by Roxanne’sSSSSSSSSSAAAAAAAAAAFE!!!!!!! This was the best party Narcissa had ever attended!

Razorbackwriter:  When a chemical attack happens in the laboratory, such as the kind that erupted from Loc’s backside; the Doctor was ever ready to deal with such occurrences. Out of nowhere he managed to find a gas mask and promptly put it on his head, saving him from having to inhale the noxious and foul smelling odors that were coming from the creation’s rear. Igor, had gone cross eyed and promptly fainted in behind Narcissa, who was now rolling around on the ground laughing and giggling like there was no tomorrow.

Taking out a clip board, the Doctor ticked off a sheet of paper, that was Loc’s evaluation form.

“Effective in chemical warfare….and twister. Check!”

With the flair of a showman, he made a huge red tick on the paper, before looking up at the dangling legs of one stuck Nursey. All he could hear coming from her was the shouting of the word – “SSSSSSSSSAAAAAAAAAAFE!!!!!!!”

“Indeed.” The doctor’s voice was somehow muffled from within the gas mask. He tapped Loc on the back and pointed straight up to the twitching feet of Roxanne.

“Loc…you might want to help her down. I do believe she’s stuck between floors.”

Loc, had no idea that the bodacious nurse was capable of jumping that high, or for surviving crashing through the roof. He reached for one of her feet and gave it a good and powerful tug.

“Loc….help”

He would too. By pulling on Roxanne’s leg, not only would he be able to bring her down, but also large parts of the ceiling.

The Doctor finally whipped off his gas mask and turned on the extractor fans for the room, to help clear the air. Wilhelm took a deep breath and then let out a happy sigh. “Well, I dare say that Igor is the winner.”

Looking down, Igor managed to have his hands and feet on all the right dots. Mind you, he was out cold.

~RB~

 

Temp:  Roxanne’s lower half was wiggling around rather sporadically as she hid her top half from the nuke that was let off below. She didn’t really care that she’d sprung through the ceiling since she’d pretty much saved her own life. When she was eventually pulled down from the ceiling, she brought multiple chunks of it with her. The debris and her pretty much toppled down onto Loc, but it was doubtful that it’d have any effect on on the big guy. “Man that was clooooooooose!” It was a nearly deadly incident, but she had avoided it with her super jumping maneuver.

 

 

Moo:  About the time that the ceiling came free with Roxanne was when Narcissa had sobered up enough to stand. Shaking away the dust and bits of material from her body and head, Narcissa sneezed at the dust particles. “Very close!” she agreed brightly with the nurse. Leaning down, the monster picked Igor up by his arm; the poor hunchback was knocked cold from that smelly Loc-Bomb. Hearing he was the winner of Twister, Narcissa let out a loud and exaggerated aaawwww! She was really looking forward to winning that! Pouting while she looked at the unconscious fellow she held up, Narcissa moved to set him down in nearby chair. “Igor’s so good at games.” Patting some dust from the hunchback’s head, she turned back to smile brightly at the rest of the group. At least none of the pizza was ruined, save the top box or two that had been open. More food for the Frankesteinian!

 

Razorbackwriter:  With parts of the ceiling flaking down in chunks, it took some fancy dancing and footwork to avoid being hit. The Doctor was incredibly light on his feet and soft shoe shuffled out of harms way, as Roxanne was prized from the ceiling by her besotted Loc. The great lumbering giant handled Roxanne delicately and placed her down on the ground safely, but not before giving her backside a cheeky pat. Oh the creation was getting game, but who could blame him? She was gorgeous in her ball gown and concrete dust. Narcissa was of course on the ball, and saved Igor from further damage. Being knocked out from the fumes that emitted from Loc’s rear, it would take a bit to wake him and that was a job best left for the girly Frankenstein girl.

“Igor’s so good at games.”

“The man has a lucky hump! Aha.” The Doctor added, as he swept a few last bits of ceiling debris off his shoulders. Igor woke and spluttered as he had been quite out of it. “Anyone get the number of that bus?” he honestly thought he had been knocked over by one.

“No, Igor. But you did win Twister!” That was a consolation in a way. Not that the Doctor had any special prizes for this. The Doctor went over to the massive piles of pizza and handed Igor one of the top boxes. “Have another pizza, Igor.” He gave the hunchback’s back a pat, and then smiled to the rest of his crew.

“And so, my wonderful crew…I think I might turn in. It has been a night to remember. Girls, be sure to put the left over pizza in the fridge. Nothing like cold pizza for breakfast….what what!” The Doctor then winked at Loc. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t.” Maybe he thought Roxanne and the giant creation would have their own party. Who knows? Wilhelm bowed politely before his team of wonderful misfits, and then headed out the party room to head for his chambers.

As he walked, he hummed a song to himself.

“Sweet surrender, oh what a night..”

~RB~

 

OOGA OOGA CHAKA! – SS

The Hell’s Kitchen crew start the party off with an innocent game of Twister.  That is till Roxanne puts her right foot green.

Scene setting – Hell’s Kitchen party room :  Seven Sins series.

Co-written with Temp and Moo.

Temp:  Roxanne had been happily noming away at the Pizza and drinks. There had been a fair bit of soda brought in with the pizza, but Roxanne had other plans. While the others were partying away she had busted out her private stash of booze. She sipped away at the various drinks that she made and giggled happily as Loc rested upon her bodacious breasts. Hell the guy could probably play with them at this point and she wouldn’t even notice. While the others danced she simply sat still eating and drinking away. She bobbed her head back and forth to the music without a care in the world. Any jealousy that she might have had towards Narcissa being the Doctors dancing partner was simply not present, but that was thanks to the booze.

 

Moo:  Narcissa had long since abandoned her shoes, grabbing a slice of pizza to chomp away at during the minutes of freedom she had left. There was nothing better than food! She took a huge bite while Wilhelm started up the music, bobbing her head while she chewed and swallowed. Her free hand was taken only moments later, being spun about the room while she giggled and laughed, somehow managing to hold onto the rest of her slice before tossing it on the table they swept past. Oh well.“Doctor is good on his feet!” she remarked lightheartedly. Narcissa was of course oblivious to the fact that Roxanne was drinking a special stash of her own booze. She was most likely oblivious to the fact that the nurse drank in the first place. She waved, looking genuinely happy to see the nurse in good spirits with Loc nearly fondling her breasts at this point.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Wilhelm’s cheeks shone with a rosy flare when Narcissa said that the Doctor was good on his feet. He had always been fond of dancing ever since he watched John Travolta strut his stuff on the big movie screen. Wilhelm was not that good, but for what he lacked in style, he made up for with enthusiasm in every step. He beamed at each of his crew as he passed them on the small checkered dance floor, only stopping when the song changed to something of a slower tempo. Igor at this point was flat on his face, since the poor sod kept getting knocked over by the Doctor’s wayward leg kicks.

“Not a time to be lying down on the job, Igor. Up….up up! It’s time to party.”

He snatched up Igor by the collar and gave him a light dusting off. Igor of course a little out of breath but more than happy not to still be on his face.

“Thank you, Doctor.” Gracious as ever. If it was one thing the crew had…it was manners. They were a unique bunch in Hell. They had a strong work ethic, but when it came to down time….they did it better than any other place. Not consumed by the Sins of the Creed. Let the Royals have at that all they liked.

The Doctor picked up the spin wheel chart, to start off the game of Twister, unaware that Roxanne was helping herself to her private stash. This game could get a little silly if the contestants were off their face.

 

“Okay, my lovelies….Let’s play!” The Doctor spun the needle and then pointed to Roxanne. “Enough pizza and pop. You’re first. Right hand green!” He waited with a smile to see Roxanne take her place on the mat. One thing was for sure, Loc was going to love this game. The creation got up from his comfy head rest and thundered over to the Doctor on the sidelines to watch his favorite nursey….bend over.

 

~RB~

 

Temp:  Roxanne hadn’t been paying much attention to the things going on around her. Most of her thoughts were a jumbled mess at the moment due to her pounding down several drinks. Thankfully she wasn’t really needed for anything at this time, so her lack of comments and participation would go mostly unnoticed. Of course, that all changed when the Doctor decided to bust out the game of Twister. She tilted her head curiously as she watched the mat get set up, but didn’t react until the Doctor called for her. She was sure to comply immediately, and skipped over to the mat in a bit of a wobbly fashion. Once she was there she did as the game demanded of her, which consisted of her bending over completely. Though, she did it a bit slower than necessary and looked back at the others while she did so. For whatever reason, she felt like playing the tease at the moment. She was flexible, so toying with them while she played wouldn’t be any problem.

 

Moo:  Narcissa’s dancing was up to speed–with Wilhelm, anyway. She never once tripped or tumbled, even in her ball gown. She never really questioned the aspect of playing Twister while wearing such regal gowns and suits. Her mind was on the fun! Endless fun for the entire crew! Even Igor would have a hand in this, though he spent the first portion of the party on his face. The poor hunchback would have to be picked up by Wilhelm once the music stopped, leaving Narcissa to giggle and hold her head in place while her entire body wobbled and swayed. It was almost as if she was drunk, simply from the dizziness the dancing provided. Watching as the mat was finally finished with the set up, the good Doctor was sure to allow Roxanne the pleasure of being first to move. Narcissa gave a loud cheer, clapping her hands–as simple as this was in the beginning, it looked as though it was taking a bit of effort on Roxanne’s part.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Igor, Loc and the Doctor all tilted over at the same time as Roxanne bent over and flashed those gorgeous rounded jubless of hers. Even the Doctor had to admit, they were something, and we all know what Loc thought. He had proven his affection for those breasts more than once since his awakening. Narcissa, well she was bouncing and clapping – clearly loving every minute of the fun and games that they five were getting into.

Straightening up, the Doctor spun the wheel and it landed on left hand red. “Righto Loc. Slap one of your hands down on a red dot.” Loc looked dumbfounded at first and held up both his hands, staring at each one. The poor giant had no idea which was left and right. He started to whimper till Igor hobbled over and grabbed a sharpie, then writing LEFT on his left hand and then a big RIGHT on his other hand.

Holding up the left hand, he wiggled it. “This one…on the red dot.”

“RED!”

“Yes…red. Go on.”

Loc slammed down his left hand, bending over and then realizing he had a better view of Roxanne’s breasts. Oh…he liked this game. He started to dribble on the mat as he was transfixed by those lovely mounds. Yes, this was a game he now loved. The doctor chuckled as he spun the dial again and pointed at Narcissa. “Right foot yellow!” He wobbled his head as the tune on the jukebox played a classic that really said a lot about the crew.

“Hooked on a feeling.”

Next it was Igor’s turn.

“Left hand blue, Igor!”

The hunchback was walking around trying to see a way in and nearly walked right into Loc’s backside. He barely missed it and wiped away a few beads of sweat. Seeing an opening, he stuck down his hand and started to wiggle to the song.

Loc…burst into song.

“HOOOOKED…..ON A…FEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELINGGGGGGGGGGGGG!”

 

~RB~

 

“Let’s Party!” – SS.

 

For the crew of Hell’s Kitchen, the Masked Ball of Greed turned out to be a fizzer before they could even get in the door.  So, what do you do when you are all dressed up and no place to go?  Throw your own party!

Scene setting : Hell’s Kitchen Laboratory – Seven Sins series.

Co-written with Temp and Moo.

 

Razorbackwriter:  The roar of the roadster could be heard coming up the cobblestone drive of Hell’s Kitchen Laboratory, with the scent of pizza and garlic bread wafting from inside the car. The horn beeped twice, as the Doctor shut off the engine. “Well, wasn’t quite the night I had hoped, but this…this is my kinda after party. Pizza and twister!” Yes, the crew were going to be in for a night of fun till the wee hours, eating Mario’s pizza and playing that family fun floor game Twister.

From inside the lab, Igor came running out to see that the roadster was back. He was a bit curious as to why they were back so early. The Doctor who had already gotten out and was making his way to the back of the roadster to hand Loc the 50 or so pizza boxes, laughed loudly when he saw Igor’s gob smacked expression.

“Master….what happened? Why all the pizza?”

“Because my ever faithful humpy. The Greed Ball was a Ball room Blitz. In every sense of the word. We were locked out, and then everyone ran helter skelter out into the town. I dare say that Greed is going to be closed for renovations for some time.”

If the Doctor was at all upset about the whole thing, he didn’t seem it. Passing Loc five pizza boxes at a time. Loc was very agile at managing to juggle the towering boxes of pizza. The Doctor went to open the doors for Roxanne and Narcissa and sung out. “Don’t leave the garlic bread in the car…you know how much it can stink up the place. Ah ha ha!”

Once the girls had the sides, the bottles of soda and garlic bread, the four would all head inside to have a good night after all.

~RB~

 

Temp:  Roxanne had been slightly disappointed by the Ball being a bit of a letdown, but she really didn’t let it show. She had remained happy and cheerful throughout the entirety of their trip, singing and dancing along in the vehicle along the way. Keeping everyone in good spirits was important, especially when they had something like Loc with them. She made sure to keep him entertained and happy with the things he liked most, boobs. Thankfully, that was rather easily accomplished thanks to her outfit. They were practically popping out already!

Everything was saved from disaster though, thanks to the quick thinking of the lovely Doctor. It would be a private pizza party! Food, booze, dancing, singing, stripping, who knows! It could all happen! She was surely to keep lively and skipped about happily, not minding Loc’s precision aim on her bouncing betties. Once they were all situated and had all the items in place, she clapped her hands together in excitement. “It’s party time everyone!” She went ahead and blew on a party confection, which made a silly buzzing sound. It would be wise to make the best out of this little party, or at least that’s what she felt she should do.

 

Moo:  Narcissa’s disappointment faded rather quickly…almost as soon as she had situated herself in the roadster, she had planted a permanent grin on her face. Her mood remained giddy while she listened to Loc and Roxanne having fun, her bodacious boobies keeping his eyes glued and smile big. With their finally getting back to Hell’s Kitchen, they had bought tons of pizza; all of which she would gladly eat if nobody else did. Narcissa was like a bottomless pit, and she wondered if Loc would be the same way. Completely excited upon exiting the car, she laughed at the good Doctor’s jokes and puns. Nodding her head while the two girls were told to carry items themselves, Narcissa gladly took as much as she could carry. The nurse’s statement about it being time to party granted the monster a laugh, squealing in excitement while they were all shuffled into the place. “I’m good at Twister and pizza!”

 

Razorbackwriter:  The Good Doctor held the door open for each of his crew to pass though in turn. Roxanne and Igor, and of course the creation Loc with the mountain of pizza along with the squealing Narcissa – who declared she was good at Twister and Pizza. That earned her a right cheeky smack on the backside as she was the last to enter the Laboratory. As the Doctor was about to go inside, he turned over the “OPEN” sign to “CLOSED DUE TO PIZZA PARTY” (aha) and then closed the door behind him. He strolled in and whipped off his top hat, tossing it without even looking and landing with a light spin on the hat rack. Talk about marksman like aim.

There was a long table in the recreation room, along with a fifties style juke box and a bar. Everything the crew needed to have themselves their own fancy ball. There would be dancing, there would be horror – if Igor tried to sing along. Oh the night was still young. The Doctor was still wearing his mask, and as soon as Narcissa set down her pizza boxes, he would slam his fist down on the top of the juke box, as a record swung over into place.

Music filled the room, along with the outdoor party lighting all bursting into colour. A disco ball dropped down from the ceiling and started to rotate – sending flashing lights all over the room. Wilhelm pulled on his tie and it loosened slightly, giving him a very roguish air. He may not have been a Prince of hell….but this man knew how to party.

“Let’s party like it’s 1969!….Babies!”

The Doctor reached for Narcissa’s hand and twirled her around the room.

Loc already had a mouth full of pizza and was leaning his head on Roxanne’s boobies…..The creation was in heaven. Igor was trying to lay out the twister mat, and every time that the Doctor and Narcissa swung past, he got knocked flat onto the mat.

Oh what a night!

 

 

~RB~

Simply Sensational – SS.

The Doctor was able to gather himself together in time to take the Hell’s Kitchen Crew off to the Greed Ball.  All looking Simply Sensational in their dapper attire.

Scene Setting : Hell’s Kitchen.

Co-written with Temp and Moo.

 

 

Temp:  Roxanne hadn’t expected Loc to actually be able to pick and choose things so well, and yet here he was happily searching for something for her to wear. The poor creature really did seem to be completely infatuated with her, though it’s concept of true love was likely warped. It was kind of sad, but in a way he was like a giant deadly murderous puppy, which just added to the extremely fucked-up-yet-cute thing he had going on. Nevertheless, she already appreciated the big goof, and enjoyed watching him so happily help her. Once he had finally decided on a dress, he brought it over to her with a giant smile planted on his face, for obvious reasons. The dress was certainly interesting and shiny, while the pink feather boa was…well…a pink feather boa. The outfit was something straight out of a movie, where a beautiful lady wanted to steal looks from every pair of eyes possible. She wasn’t really interested in that type of thing, but she would accept the dress and boa happily. “Thank you Loc!” With the dress and boa in hand, she walked into a separate room and changed into it rather quickly. Now wearing the dress and boa, she stepped back into the room and did a couple little spins to show it off. “Well, how do I look?” The only thing that didn’t make sense about her outfit was her head/face-wrap, but such a thing was necessary for the nurse. She had actually grown to like it, and considered it as more of an accessory over time.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Suddenly the door to the fitting room burst open, and there stood the doctor wearing a glorious suit that was like nothing that he had worn before. Black with a silver vest, black cumber-bun, black tie, shiny shoes and a small row of medals that jangled and clinked as he waltzed into the room. His face was obscured by a mask that was like that of a bird. It had a long beak that stretched out and could easily take an eye out if someone got too close. He bore a smile that looked genuine. Flashing brilliant white teeth and sporting a monocle, he was the epitome of style. There was no obvious signs of the sadness he had just been experiencing for he had pushed those memories right into the darkest corners of his subconscious. The doctor did a light shoe shuffle, before twirling a cane. He was like Fred Astaire; dashing and debonair. As Roxanne begged the question on how she looked, the Doctor let out a boisterous “Sensational…simply sensational.” It was as though someone had already popped the Doctor’s cork.

“Right my lovelies….and Loc, let us away to a night of wonder and..new customers!”

The Doctor opened the door only to see a very sad looking Igor, who was missing out on all the fun. The Doctor wiggled his finger at him to show that there would be no sad faces. “Don’t worry Igor, we will give you a blow by blow account of the night’s events, plus I might see if I can rustle up a doggy bag from the buffet!”

Offering Narcissa his arm, the Doctor would escort his Frankenstein bride like creation to the demonic roadster with Loc and Roxanne bringing up the rear. They were quite the foursome, and no doubt all eyes would be on Loc at the Ball. It was all part of the Doctor’s plans to have him exposed in a social setting.

~RB~

 

Moo:  Narcissa had been somewhat quiet, mostly humming to herself while she put dresses back in place during the time the nurse took to dress herself. It wasn’t until she came out with the pink boa and sparkling dress that the monster turned her head and her eyes widened to the size of saucers. Her mouth popped open and she gave a squeal for her friend. “You’re like a movie star! Like a princess! Like a diva!” It was mostly her blabbering in the background while the Doctor gave his own appraisal. In which her blabbering turned into an admiration for him as well. She hopped excitedly, somehow, and clapped her hands together, having decided to wait beside Loc. His gloomy face didn’t rain on her parade a bit while the ditzy monster smiled genuinely, tilting her head while she hummed another tune. With the Doctor offering his arm, she took it without hesitation and stepped at his side. She looked proud to be there, happy, and care free. Wilhelm also seemed to be more chipper than he was previously, and it helped to bring her spirits up on the way to the roadster.

 

 

Reminiscing – SS.

 

Dressing for the Ball of Greed brings about smiles and memories.  Some that the Good Doctor had locked away forever.

Scene setting : Hell’s Kitchen.

Co-written with Temp and Moo.

 

Temp:  Roxanne hadn’t expected Loc to start spinning her like a toy, but it happened regardless. Her body went spinning around the room wildly until Loc finally stopped her. The fact he started to hold her in a rather loving embrace was interesting to say the least, but it wasn’t something that bothered her. Him staring at her boobs wasn’t surprising considering his previous actions, and if anything it was flattering. “You really like these things don’t you?” Her head tilted forward to look down at her own chest after she spoke. She wasn’t sure what the Doctor and Narcissa were up to, but she was becoming more and more curious.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

Hell’s Kitchen – The Guest room

Wilhelm offered a light smile when Narcissa became excited over the offered dresses. It wasn’t easy to find a dress for a girl of such gigantic proportions. Fortunately, the Doctor kept good stock, better than any department store. It didn’t surprise the Doctor in the least that Narcissa would find favor with the black number that featured silver trimming. Dotted with pieces or fragments of metal, it radiated the light like tiny diamonds upon a black velvet night. Holding the dress firmly between his finger tips so that it would not drag on the ground, Wilhelm’s temperament altered slightly. The Frankenstein like creature was bubbling over with excitement as she wriggled out of her lab coat. Her cries of “This one, this one.” Making him chuckle. The creature tore the dress right out from his hold and then slipped it over h er bandage covered body. The dress truly as the perfect fit, even if it did accentuate her bosom a little more than it should. Struggling to reach the zipper, Narcissa looked awkward, like she needed to have double joints to reach. Ever the gentleman, Wilhelm offered to get in behind her and do her zip up for her. His long black nails caught the zipper catch and slowly he brought the zip up till it reached the top. A small clasp needed to be tapped together, and the Doctor made sure it was on firmly. Giving it a light pat when done, he stood back and enthused. “You truly will be the Belle of the Ball.” The Doctor meant every word, before he himself realized it was time to get ready. “Why don’t you go and see how Roxanne is fairing, my dear.” If she took him at his word, he would open the door for her to go and find the odd couple. Once she was gone, the Doctor let out a small sigh. His eyes darted across the room to a picture of a beautiful woman. The one that he had planned to spend the rest of eternity with….the one that he managed to save from death…..just.

Hell’s Kitchen – The Fitting room

“You really like these things don’t you?” Roxanne asked, knowing full well what the answer would be. The Creation was practically hypnotized by the sight of them and the poor girl was going to need a bib to cover them if the soldier kept drooling on them. “Loc…like!” Stating the obvious. Loc managed to tear his gaze away from Roxanne’s bosom to her face. He seemed to realize he had been holding her in the same pose for a while now, and finally decided to put her down. With all the bandages removed, they were on a pile on the floor, and now it was Roxanne’s turn to get dressed up. Loc was all fit and ready to go.

~RB~

 

Moo:  Narcissa’s frequent turning slowed to a stop, her head bobbling slightly as though she were dizzy. Luckily enough, the Good Doctor was quite the gentleman, as he stepped behind her to help zip up the fine looking dress. The female monster held up her long, blue locks of hair so none would snag in the meantime. “Thank you, Doctor!” she said lightheartedly. The light patting on her back was pleasant, giving a softness to her smile for a moment. She dropped her arms, hair falling back into place over the back of her dress. She turned to face the man as he complimented her beauty. Narcissa wasn’t quite one piece; not normal by any means…but it was lovely to be seen as such by someone. Her fingers lifted to brush against the long since stitched part of her face, running from her cheek across her nose, and to the bone of the other. Blue eyes lifted to see Wilhelm’s face while he suggested checking on Roxanne. The idea was more than enough to excite the Frankensteinian girl.

“Okay!” she said simply, brightening up. As chipper as ever, she waited for the Doctor to open the door for her, and gave him a wave before running through to look for the couple. He had sent them to the fitting room…she knew where that was! It only took a few minutes before she arrived in the doorway. “Roxanne!” she sang out in the woman’s favorite tune. The song the lab had often played simply for enjoyment. She lifted her arms to show her excitement, a rather wide grin placed over her lips. “We found one that fits!” She danced across the floor, holding onto an invisible partner. She came to a stop in front of Loc and looked him up and down quite obviously with slightly wide eyes and with a mouth gaping open. “You did really good!” Narcissa told the nurse. “He looks good!”

Temp:  Roxanne was actually starting to find the attention Loc gave her…desirable. Feeling desired and being fawned over felt very nice, even from someone like Loc. She knew he was attracted to her, and was even more so attracted to her boobs. It wasn’t like she never got compliments or looks before, but this was different. Something felt wrong, or missing from her life. She had always found herself to be happy and cheerful regardless of what was going on, but maybe that was a bad thing. There was never anything she did for herself. She was a creation of sorts, and she had an owner, so such a thing wasn’t something that was normally considered. For the first time she could remember, she was starting to feel…depressed.

Narcissa joining her and Loc went unnoticed for a fair bit of time. Roxanne stood completely still and simply stared at the floor with her head tilted down. Why hadn’t the Doctor picked out a dress for her? Why did he want her to go with someone else? Why was she even feeling this way? Her thoughts were all over the place, but she would eventually snap out of it thanks to Narcissa’s constant enthusiasm.“You can pick out a dress for me if you’d like, Narcissa.” Maybe that would help make Narcissa more excited and happy. She knew that her being made use of was thrilling to her, and she loved the silly girl, so why not make her happy? If the Doctor wanted to go with her then so be it. Narcissa was a lovely creature. She deserved it.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

Hell’s Kitchen – The Doctor’s chambers

~I sold my soul for one last dance……….~

The doctor had purposely sent Narcissa to check on Roxanne and Loc. He wanted time alone and wandered down the hall to his own chambers – the one place where he had absolute solitude. The doctor never allowed his creatures or creations to enter this place. Even Igor had not been beyond the door. Why, you might wonder?

Undoing the lock, the doctor turned the handle and then entered his suite. A black velvet curtain covered the entrance to the inner domain to block out the light from the hall. To also stop peering eyes. What the creations didn’t know of the Doctor was a dark secret. Sure, he showed his best side when in their company. The Doctor was the Creator, a man of great talent and skill that was unsurpassed by many in his field. His contemporaries in the ‘other’ world all thought he was a crazed lunatic. The idea of reanimation of dead tissue to be science fiction. His theories mocked and his ideas laughed at. Oh, but how wrong they were.

The room was unlike anything else in Hell’s kitchen. A large four poster bed was at one end, that looked like it had not been slept in. A tall floor mirror stood to one side with a woman’s dressing table with three mirrors and a black satin covered stool. On the dresser were a brush set with ivory handles all laid out neatly, a silver jewel box that when you opened had a ballerina that twirled around to a delightful tune. The doctor walked over to stand before the mirror, not bothering to look up – but instead he was staring at the jewel box. He lifted the lid as the ballerina started to dance. Slowly twirling in time to the tune. The doctor closed his eyes tight, as though the song brought back memories…of when she used to dance. Of when….they used to dance.

 

~Haunting voice~ “You have two left feet, Wil.”

A tear ran down the Doctor’s face as he started to dance with his lover in his mind.

 

~RB~

 

 

 

 

A man loves a little mystery – SS.

 

young frankenstein animated GIF

The time has come for the Doctor and his Hell’s Kitchen crew to get ready for the Ball of Greed.

Scene setting: Hell’s Kitchen.

Co-written with Temp and Moo.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Igor was still sulking about the Doctor’s orders on who should go to the Royal ball of Greed. He moped about, taking a mop and bucket to clean up the stone floor of the arena, while the creation known as Loc was being told by the busty nurse Roxanne that he was a good dancer. Loc shifted awkwardly from his right foot to his left – his shoulders turning in as though he was trying to make his massive frame smaller. A futile and silly gesture when you came to think about it. Igor slopped soapy hot water onto the blood red floor and with the iron gate up, it would make it possible for Roxanne to lead the giant out of the arena.

Up at the viewing platform, Narcissa was doing a small twirl and dancing with delight at the idea of going to the ball. The Doctor was intrigued by her enthusiasm and he was more than pleased to take her on his arm, even if she was taller. Truth be told, she would make a better date for Loc, but Loc….was taken with the busty nurse Roxanne. Could this be the start of a love triangle? The Doctor had been subtle in his ways with Roxanne. A smile here, a wink there. But he had never really vocalized his inner feelings. Now, he had to put that on the back burner. Last thing he needed was a rampaging and jealous monster soldier on his case. The idea that they go as two couples to the ball, was mostly to do with business if anything. No doubt the Prince of Pride would be in attendance, and he might be up for a quick demonstration of Loc’s abilities. Who knew? But first, he needed them all to get dressed up. Shouting down to Roxanne, he asked of her ; “Take Loc to the fitting room. There should be a tux that fits. If not, use as many pins and safety clips as you can to make something do. I’m going to take Narcissa to the guest room. Pretty sure there are some gorgeous frocks there.” The doctor had patients that stayed for a while before during and after surgery and had accumulated a good stock pile of clothing. Something for every occasion. Even corpses have to look nice in their caskets.

Leading Narcissa down the stairs towards the guest rooms hall passageway, he asked. “What kind of mask would you fancy, dear?” There would be many on offer, from kitty cats, to grand feathery ones. The choices were to be endless.

~RB~

 

Moo:  Narcissa hadn’t been paying special attention to the events going on around her as she was in la-la land for the majority of it. Seeing as how the super soldier and Roxanne were dancing, she almost wanted to pick Igor up and join them on the floor! However, the fact that the giant had in fact spoken caused the Frankensteinian monster to jump and clap. He was smart after all! Well…he could speak…at least. Still, the female monster laughed and called out to him. “Great dancing, Loc!” Of course accompanied by a thumbs up.
With the Good Doctor’s orders being directed at Roxanne, it left Narcissa wondering just what her task would be. With the mention of ‘gorgeous frocks,’ naturally the female was feeling giddy once again. She didn’t need to voice as much, as she practically skipped at his side. The only thing keeping her from doing as much was the fact that her arm linked with his. When they’d finally reached the room, she pursed her lips in hearing his question. “Mask?” She tilted her head similar to that of a confused dog, then a smile slowly formed on her face. “I want to go with this one!” Actually, it was a lot like picking toys out with a child. She pointed to the first mask she saw. It actually laid flat on the surface where she’d seen it… Black lace, as though it were meant for a fresh widow, attending her late husband’s funeral. Narcissa picked it up and held it to her face, where it would cover her forehead and drape over to the tip of her nose. The fabric was easy enough to see through. She gleamed at Wilhelm, awaiting a response.

 

Temp:  Roxanne had led Loc into the fitting room after grabbing various large sets of clothing. There would hopefully be something among the objects she grabbed that would fit him, or at least sort-of fit him. Once she figured out the clothing for Loc she would have to figure out her outfit as well. After a rather amusing struggle of dressing and undressing the giant multiple times, there was finally a set of clothing that was suitable for him.“Looking good Loc!” It was a makeshift assembling of different types of clothing, but a ‘nice’ looking suit nonetheless. Now that his outfit was set all she had to worry about was her own, but she was pretty much mummy wrapped around her chest. She looked up at Loc with a smile while tapping the bandages wrapped around her. “Loc? Could you help me with this?” Whether he would carefully unwrap it or just tear it off was unknown, but hopefully he could help in some way.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Loc, Wilhelm’s creation didn’t mind at all the numerous times that Roxanne dressed and undressed him In fact, he enjoyed the attention and her touch. She was so endearing and her fashion sense surprisingly good, for such a woman. But in order to make the creation look presentable for a ball, she had to put many pieces together to form one suitable suit. Sure, he would not look like the dashing and daring Princes of Hell, but he wasn’t too shabby either. His face still a little bloody from the test fight in the arena, the creation stared down at Roxanne like a large love struck….Labrador. When Roxanne stood back and admired the creation in his finery, with the loud outburst that he was looking good, the creation held a noble pose – his chin lifting slightly. A swelling of the chest for he was indeed proud. Proud because she thought so much of him. Now that he was ready for the ball, it was Roxanne’s turn. Now, you have to remember, she was bound up tighter than an Egyptian mummy. All those bandages covering and binding her so that you could not see her flesh. Loc’s jaw dropped when she asked if he would help her with untying or unwrapping her. Was she really asking him to reveal those….gorgeous breasts? With his large hands he tentatively reached forward and his fingers fumbled with the clip that held the bandaging tightly in place. The last thing he ever wanted to do was hurt her. His fingers pressed hard and the clip snapped effortlessly, ricocheting off the wall with a loud ping. Loc grimaced and mumbled. “Soooooorrrrrrryyyy.” He patted her still bandaged chest with a nervous chuckle before then attempting to unravel…the mummy nurse. At first…it was one loop around her, then another. His pupils dilated as he stared at the skin being exposed. The more that fell, the faster he went – letting out moans as he licked his lips. She was a true beauty and this was heaven for him to unwrap her. He got…..so excited he gave a massive tug, that would send Roxanne spinning like a top across the room, till all the bandages fell on the floor. Poor Nurse might have been a tad dizzy, but the creation raced after her to catch her and stop her from falling on the floor. He didn’t know his own strength sadly, but he was quick when he needed to be. Holding her in a loving embrace, the creation stared hopelessly at Roxanne’s breasts. They were far too pretty to be wrapped up from sight.

“Beautiful.”

Hell’s Kitchen – The Guest room

With Narcissa placing on the black lace mask that was usually worn by widows at funerals, Wilhelm walked around behind her and tied it off properly. Such delicate fingers tying the satin and lace before he smoothed her hair and then stepped back. “A man loves a little mystery.” he spoke almost wistfully as he watched the Frankenstein like girl enjoy trying on the mask. Her smile was radiant and her happiness infectious, easily making the Doctor remember just why they were going to all this trouble. He stood silently and then he approached her with his hand reaching for her cheek. “You don’t remember….do you?”

 

Wilhelm held her gaze for a moment. She was more than just another experiment….more than a creation for sale. The Doctor and Narcissa had a history. One that he had been careful to remove from her memory. Why would he do this you may wonder? The heart can only take so much before it shatters completely. The look of sadness quickly passed but in that moment, through the glistening of the Doctor’s own eyes it was not impossible to see…..a longing. Oh the Doctor covered up beautifully. He threw himself into his work, and avoided attachment. Even now, as Roxanne was busy dressing up the newest creation, he put his own feelings on the back burner. Tonight would be another triumph. For all of them.

 

thinking animated GIF

“Now…a dress. Something….in extra large.” The Doctor started pulling out dresses, one after the other till Narcissa pointed to the one she liked.

~RB~

 

Moo:  Narcissa’s smile grew much wider while the mask was tied at the back of her head. Feeling the Doctor’s hands pat down her hair, she gave a lighthearted giggle. Fixing her mask was done easily; she tugged it in place. “It tickles my nose,” she murmured, smiling while she pressed her finger there. The fabric was surprisingly smooth for having a rather complicated design in the lace. Of course, her finger fell away from her nose while her eyes glistened behind the mask, a mouth full of pearly whites showing even under the Doctor’s gaze. The smile didn’t lessen in the least under his gentle touch, until he began to speak again. The girl’s head tilted, as if to allow his hand to cup more of her cheek. Her hand slid over his, enjoying the feel; it was rare to be paid such special attention by this man. So the Frankensteinian monster would enjoy every moment when it did happen. Narcissa’s cheeks became less rounded while her smile shrank, becoming a small, thin line with slightly pulled corners. “Wilhelm…” Her tone was consoling; light and full of affection, as a creation would have for her creator. It was hard to see the glistening of the man’s eyes behind her veil, but his expression had changed nonetheless.

Eventually letting her hand fall away from his, the Doctor turned away to begin sorting through dresses. Narcissa’s smile slowly returned to its radiant state, ear to ear. Normally it was hard to find dresses her size; something easily understood while they had decided to go to Red Velvet. But she put faith in that Wilhelm would find plenty to choose from. She stood eagerly behind him, ooh-ing and aww-ing at several fabrics that caught the female’s eyes. One that stood out was relatively simple, as it was black with some silver. The metal bits in particular had her gleaming. She gaped at the dress, picking it up right away. “This one!” she exclaimed. “This one, this one!” She squirmed free of her lab coat and threw the dress on over her bandaged body, twirling in it. Surprisingly enough, it fit just a little better than the dress she’d worn for that date. Given, it was a little tight on her chest. Narcissa reached behind her, circling while both hands struggled to find the zipper; a rather comical sight to help uplift the Doctor’s spirits. What would it matter how the creation looked, if she could make Wilhelm feel better?

[Mask // Dress]

 

 

 

 

A dance as old as time – SS.

Doctor Wilhelm and his team get a raven from Lydia.  What could the Princess of Greed want with them?

Scene setting : Hell’s Kitchen

Co-written with Temp and Moo.

Temp:  Much to Roxanne’s surprise, the creature actually responded to her ‘command’. The thing seemed to be satisfied to hear her talk and put up no sort of fuss about what she had requested of it. Just why was this creation so focused on her? Perhaps there was more to her than she even knew. Whatever the reasoning behind it was didn’t really matter. The fact it listened to her was what mattered, and she was sure The Doctor would be very pleased by this result. Once the ‘fight’ started between the giant and the Orc, she stood still in the middle of the room. Her body turned to watch the monster chase after the Orc in circles, which forced quite a pleased giggle to escape her. Eventually the little chase came to a bloody and violent end, resulting in the Orc losing his head to the creature. Interestingly enough, the giant stepped over to her and offered her the severed head as a sort of gift. She reached out and took the bloody and bruised head into one of her hands and then patted the creatures arm, looking up at it with a wonderful smile on her face. It was kind of cute…in a really weird and fucked up way.

Razorbackwriter:  Slowly, Igor opened the iron gate that had kept the creation along with the dead orc and Roxanne in the Demonstration room. The testing had proved what the Doctor suspected. The creature had a very strong liking for not just Roxanne’s perfect pair, but the woman herself. The mummy like nursey was a hit. The super solider would be effective against the chosen foe, but he would need to be ordered by Roxanne herself in how and who to fight. A minor detail really, but one that could be overcome with the right technology. Already the Doctor’s mind was working out ideas for how to stream Roxanne’s voice to the giant in the battle field. This would give her more responsibility, but he felt it was nothing she couldn’t handle. Igor was already loading up the head less body of the orc onto a trolley which would go back to the chop shop and be used again in the Doctor’s research.

Rising slowly, the Doctor offered Narcissa his hand when all of a sudden, a black raven entered the room and circled around the pair, before coming to land on one of the chairs the Doctor had been sitting on. Tied to his foot was an invitation. Tearing it off, the Doctor went to read it and then cocked his head to the right slightly. A masked ball? The further he read the bigger his smile would be. A personal invitation from the newly appointed Princess of Greed. How wonderful. Immediately…the Doctor had ideas. He glanced at Narcissa slyly and then asked.

“Care to be my date for a royal ball?” He asked the Frankenstein like creation, before shouting down to Roxanne. “Do you think your new love toy can dance?” The Doctor was going to get the creation to come with them to the ball, along with Roxanne as his partner. Igor…looked a bit sad by all this sudden excitement.

“What about me?” the hunchback asked with a glum look. The Doctor sighed and offered. “Next time, my dear Igor. When I make you a woman, then you can come.”

The creature wasn’t paying any attention to the doctor, instead gazing lovingly at Roxanne who was patting his arm lightly.Mmmmmm!” Yes, the creature was in love with the busty little nurse. Question was…..could he dance?

The Doctor showed Narcissa the invitation and waited eagerly for her response. This could be a very good chance to get more sales and showcase their latest creation all in one.

~RB~

Temp:  
Roxanne had led the creature into the center of the room, giving Igor a smile and a wave as he took care of the remains of the Orc. This creature was truly fascinating in how it functioned, though she still didn’t really understand why. Maybe it looked at her first when it woke up or something? Whatever the reason was could remain a mystery so long as it continued to listen to her. No doubt The Doctor already had some sort of plan, so she could leave the thinking to him. The creature seemed to be pleased with Roxanne praising it, which it ‘vocalized’. She took what The Doctor had said about a ‘royal ball’, but wasn’t quite sure where that subject had popped up from. There was probably some kind of invitation that he had just noticed or something. It seemed he was going to be taking Narcissa with him as his date, and have Roxanne take the creature as hers. The fact he didn’t ask her to be his date was something that buzzed in the back of her mind, but she decided to forget about it. There was no point worrying about such a thing, as all that really mattered to her was what he wanted. What he wanted apparently had something to do with getting the creature to dance. Would he really be able to do that kind of thing? “Hmm…umm…would you please dance with me?” She said as she looked up at the creature and extended one of her hands out to him to take. Hopefully he would respond in a good way.

Razorbackwriter:  The Doctor’s face softened as he watched Roxanne do exactly as he asked. Seeing if the creature could dance and perform for the likes of royalty at a ball. They had no knowledge of his life before death at the War of wrath and so far he had proved his worth in the test battle. This test….was different again. The Doctor snapped his fingers, as Igor went over to an old phonograph and took out a record, placing it down on the turntable, then cranking up the side of the box so the record would spin. Lightly, he placed the stylus arm down on the spinning record, and a song filtered through the arena come demonstration room.

As the first few strands of music were heard, the creature looked a little bit confused, but then heard the busty and bandaged nurse ask if he would dance with her. At first, he made a whining sound – almost like he was afraid too. Up in the viewing platform, the Doctor gripped the railing and urged the pair on.

“Just one dance…that is all I ask.”

The creature saw the young nurse offer her hand and he hesitantly took it in his large bloody hand. What one didn’t know was how strong the creature was, and he practically lifted Roxanne off her feet. Together the pair started to waltz. It was incredible to watch as the giant traipsed through puddles of orc blood. He was a little bit unsteady, but after a few turns he beamed a gruesome smile at Roxanne – the apple of his eye.

And then….he did something totally unexpected. “Loc!” The creature shouted his name….followed by…“Dancing!….Loc!…Dancing. AHAHA…HAAAAAAAAA!” He was thrilled to be dancing and spinning the bandaged nursey around. Loc was in heaven, in the midst of hell.

~RB~

Moo:  Having gotten front row seats made for a good show, while Narcissa continued to bounce in her seat, leaning forward and clapping excitedly for the new super soldier. She was cheering on a fellow creation of the Good Doctor, even though the monster seemed to lack the brain capacity Narcissa had. At least he understood Roxanne’s hesitant orders…and clearly without hesitation…or remorse for that poor orc. The soldier managed to tear that thing’s head off within moments of it grasping onto the iron gate. This was the moment when the girl would pop up from her seat and clap her hands quickly before everyone began settling again. Wilhelm offered a hand in which she took before catching sight of bird swooping in. A black raven, to be exact. Narcissa let out a sound of awe while her gleaming eyes followed it away from the room. Meanwhile, the Good Doctor had been reading a message it had carried with it.

In watching the Doctor’s smile brighten, Narcissa leaned closer to catch a glimpse at the words on the paper. Her hands clasped behind her back while she glanced over his shoulder. It helped that the creation was taller than even Wilhelm. Though, she’d barely managed to get through the first few lines when he offered her a sly glance, at which she jumped back an inch, eyes widening slightly. “A royal ball?” she repeated, tone full of enthusiasm. “Yes!” She already danced in delight before hopping down from the viewing area, twirling after she landed rather gracefully. She held out the sides of her lab coat as if she were wearing a gown, twirling once more before the invitation was passed down to her. Narcissa took it and began to read happily, still dancing with an imaginary partner…one hand held up in the air to hold what was to be its shoulder, and the other holding the invitation to her face, attention averted while everyone else carried on in conversation.

After a few moments, her dancing slowed to a stop. An entirely rare side to the frankensteinian monster showed itself for a moment while her smile faded into a mere line, brows furrowing as she became utterly confused. The poor girl didn’t enjoy this feeling. “But…it says you and one more?” Narcissa blinked several times in reading that single bit of the invitation. Or maybe the entire group would be accepted due to the nature of the Good Doctor’s work. The thought seemed to brighten the ever chipper creation once again and the entire question was forgotten completely. Her bright smile returned and she nodded eagerly. “Let’s go then!”

Temp:  Roxanne could immediately tell that the creature seemed a bit nervous, which was actually kind of strange. She really didn’t expect it to have these sorts of feelings. “It’s okay…don’t be scared.” She spoke softly to the creature and continued to smile as he took hold of her hands. He was definitely strong, something she could feel through his grip, and not to mention much taller. She hadn’t expected him to lift her off the ground, nor did she expect him to actually start dancing. This creature really was a strange one. The majority of the dancing was actually being done by the giant, which was simply spinning her about as her legs dangled below her. The real surprise came when the creation shouted something out, and then shouted even more as he started to laugh, continuing to spin her around like a rag doll. It wasn’t bothersome or dangerous for her at all, but it was really unexpected. Loc. This seemed like it was likely the creatures name, which he somehow managed to remember. “You’re a good dancer Loc!” Notreally, but why not encourage the strange beast?